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𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫・h.h.

— an impromptu drive to the airport at five in the morning rekindles conversations and feelings alike.

words・2.5k pairing・ex-boyfriend!hyunjin x gn!reader genres・angst, mutual pining, hurt w/no resolution, established (former) relationship, Airport Scene™ warnings・implied toxicity, strong language, Not a Happy Read

a/n・dear anon who asked where this went after i posted and deleted it a few months ago & dear other anon who requested mentioned hyune angst: this is for u, my loves

“I’m outside,” was how you were greeted over the phone earlier, in a tone so callous and cold that you barely recognized the speaker. Barely.

“Sorry, you’re what?”

“You have a flight today, right? I said I’d take you to the airport.”

One second, you were at a complete loss; the next, you thought you were going to erupt with how much you felt and how much you wanted to say, the weight of the situation hitting you with full force. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you hadn’t spoken in nearly three weeks, had just materialized outside your home with no warning at the ass crack of dawn and suggested you get into a car alone with him for an hour.

As if that wasn’t the very last thing you wanted to do.

Briefly, you reflected on how you parted ways; you wouldn’t say the breakup was malicious, but it certainly wasn’t amicable, either. The longer your relationship went on, the more questions you raised—important and unavoidable considerations of your future together, none of which Hyunjin could give you substantial answers to. Whether it was because he couldn’t or because he simply didn’t care to try, you didn’t know. But the fact that you had to ask yourself that at all was enough for you to take a step back.

Distance morphed into passive aggression. That, in turn, precipitated constant conflict. The starlight that you saw in Hyunjin fizzled further with every biting word and slammed door. The resulting supernova was far from the beautiful spectacle you’d been promised in your astronomy textbooks.

Standing on the sidewalk outside your apartment was your fallen star in the flesh.

“Let me do this, Y/N."

You’d gone silent for what felt like whole minutes before Hyunjin spoke again.

"Please," he added. You perceived how the word weakened towards the end, some of the frost in his voice displaced by quiet exasperation.

It was these observations, plus the time displayed on the clock hanging above your bathroom door, that prompted you to take your luggage in hand and leave your apartment. You were going to miss your flight if you stood there, glowering silently, for any longer.

When you emerged into the frigid morning, you spotted Hyunjin’s silhouette immediately, and something inside you came undone, as though a knot had been doing itself over and over since you and him parted ways. Your eyes locked together, your gaze contemplative, his a little surprised, as if he didn’t actually expect you to accept his offer.

The first word that came to your mind was exhausted. You could tell that the shadows on his face weren’t just products of the lone streetlight above his head; he had his back curved in a slouch that made him look a few inches shorter than he was. You were reminded of a balloon with an indiscernible opening somewhere on its surface, gradually and inevitably deflating.

Much to your irritation, the second word to surface in your mind was beautiful. Hyunjin’s normally sharp features, from what you could see beneath his hood, were bare and smooth from fatigue; thick strands of dark hair, longer than you remembered, fell effortlessly over his forehead and his cheekbones; his figure somehow looked even broader, leaner when fitted in the loose material of a hoodie and sweatpants.

He was the spitting image of a man you used to know, who looked just like this whenever he wandered into your bedroom at the end of the day, whenever he wrapped you into his arms and littered kisses over your skin until sleep overcame the both of you like a warm, clear tide, whenever he greeted you with a smile that shone like the tropical sun the next morning.

You were standing in front of a ghost.

You broke eye contact first, averting your eyes to your luggage instead. Just in time to see and feel his hand brush against yours when he took your suitcases from you and loaded them into the trunk, all without saying a word.

Now, twenty minutes have passed since Hyunjin started driving, and forty remain before you reach the airport. The vehicle is deathly silent save for the drone of wheels against pavement and wind whistling against dusty windows. You haven’t looked at Hyunjin since you met him outside your place. Instead, your eyes are fixated on the lights of Seoul and the way they flicker out of sight one by one as you drive further away.

And you remember.

The different memories you have of this car blow through your mind like you’re skimming a flipbook. That time you burst into tears mid-drive and Hyunjin pulled over on the side of the highway, giving you his undivided attention as you ranted about the terrible day you’d had. That time you noticed a paparazzi van stationed around the corner and the two of you sank so low in your seats that you had to later unfold yourselves from beneath the glove compartments. The assorted dog-shaped air fresheners you bought for him, a new one hanging from the rear-view every month (except the one that resembled Kkami, which stuck around for almost a year). The caffeine-flavored kisses shared over the cupholders between the seats, one person tipping over the drinks precariously, the other moving to catch them with a soft huff of laughter. The extra hoodie he kept in his backseat for if you ever accidentally underdressed when you went out together. The playlist you curated together, always playing quietly in the background.

You never gave this car a second thought when you and Hyunjin were together, but it is only now that you realize the place felt a little like an extension of home, of him.

The silence becomes fucking excruciating.

You are not sure if Hyunjin is interested in speaking to you. You’re less sure if you even have anything to say to him. But you open your mouth anyway.

“Thank you,” you say, hardly audible. “For doing this.”

A pregnant pause follows. Hyunjin probably wasn’t expecting you to start a conversation—neither were you, to be fair.

Little do you know that he has been trying and failing to string together a sentence since the moment he started the engine, and hearing your voice feels like clouds parting on a foggy day, a singular ray of sunshine settling on his cheek.

“It’s no trouble,” he returns. He’s quiet for a while after this, and you’re beginning to think the conversation is already over when he clears his throat.

“How are you feeling? About the trip, I mean.”

“Good. I think it’ll be nice to get away from Seoul for some time.”

Your choice of answer is intentional, and you can tell by Hyunjin’s lack of immediate response that he picks up on this.

“And you?” You return. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine, thanks. The members and I went to the states a few days ago, finished up album promotions there.”

“Oh, right.” He’d told you about this; they’d been in Japan prior, if you remember correctly. “And everything went well?”

“Yeah. It was a lot of fun.”

“When did you get back?”

You don’t expect him to hesitate at such a simple question, but he does.

“Few hours ago,” he mumbles.

This takes you a few seconds to process. And then, so surprised at his answer that you can no longer help yourself, you finally lift your gaze to the side of Hyunjin’s face.

Your eyes comb over the fluorescent lights of the highway illuminating the slope of his nose; the weariness clouding his irises; his teeth latched gently around his lower lip, as if trying to prevent himself from saying another word.

Hyunjin turns his head to look at you, too, only for a few seconds and more out of anxiety than anything. But you have long mastered the art of reading the fine print of his facial expressions, and that brief interval is enough for you to catch what hadn’t been there the last time you’d looked him in the eye: the true reason why he’d hardly set his bags down on the dormitory floor before he was leaving again, piling into a car and going to you; the same entity that you know is etched all over your face, too.

Yearning.

He is the one who looks away first this time, with a soft snap of his head like he has to force himself to do it—but the damage has already been done.

“Idiot,” you mutter under your breath, and you mean it in every sense of the word.

And it’s so unexpected (and so damn true) that it wrests a laugh from Hyunjin’s lips, the sound every bit as light as it is dark. The bittersweet smile that it leaves behind on his face mirrors helplessly onto your own.

You don’t say another word to each other for the rest of the drive.

The sun has risen by the time Hyunjin pulls up to the curb of the international terminal, but there’s hardly anybody around at this time of day, so he doesn’t mask up before stepping out of the car. He places your suitcases in front of you, then holds up a finger as a silent gesture of wait right there—and he dashes up the curb, beelines towards the line of trolleys, and pulls one over.

You feel a helpless warmth in your fingertips as you haul your suitcases onto the metal platform together. Even now, he’s taking care of you, as thoughtlessly and naturally as respiring.

“Is that everything?”

“I think so.”

And the two of you find yourselves two feet apart and facing each other, examining your counterparts as if the answer of what the fuck to say now lies in the curves of their cheeks, in the purse of their lips.

But all you obtain from looking at Hyunjin is a glimpse of that wicked entity again, yearning, now in the form of eyes softened by the sunrise and lips parted by forbidden words, sitting readily on the tip of his tongue.

You feel a deep, hollow sadness within you, derived from knowing and hating that no amount of yearning will change the reality that he’s not yours anymore.

“Have a great trip,” Hyunjin says at last. “Be safe, okay?”

“I will,” you answer. “Thank you again. Get some rest today.”

Your arms move to push your trolley, but not before they nearly twitch in his direction with how much you want to hug him goodbye. The last thing you see before turning around is his hand in the air, and then you enter the airport, wondering vaguely if you will ever see him again.

You're in a bit of a numb state as you check in your bags and step into the line for security. The last hour has left you feeling like your heart and mind have filled with static—the kind that shows up when there are too many television signals in the air, all of them unintelligible and amorphous.

But then there is a shout of your name behind you, so urgent that the familiar voice cracks over the last syllable, like bone breaking upon boulder. You turn around.

The white noise clears.

The soles of Hyunjin’s sneakers echo as he runs across the mostly-empty airport; his hood has been knocked down and his long hair set free, combed backward by the wind; there are other eyes on him, but he is only looking at you, something else burning in his gaze now, something certain and familiar.

You move your suitcases aside and extend your arms, your pulse racing with anticipation—just in time for him to positively crash into you. He very well could have hurt you with how quickly he’s moved toward you, but the very instant his skin meets yours, he’s gathering you so tightly and securely in his arms that he cushions his own fall, costing you only of the breath in your lungs.

And the two of you fuse together like a cosmic collision, imperfect but quintessential. The moon’s craters themselves.

He knots one hand in your hair and cradles the back of your neck with the other; you form fists around the fabric of his hoodie, your face disappearing into the junction of his neck and shoulder. And you feel the tears come at last: tears of relief, of regret, of remembrance.

There are a billion things Hyunjin wants to say to you then. He wants to thank you for loving him. He wants to blame you for loving him. He wants to tell you that it was all worth it for him, so long as he was once the reason that you smiled. He wants to convince you—and himself—that nothing was meant to last forever, that the two of you were destined to burn out, the same way even the biggest and brightest of heavenly bodies have shelf lives too.

But there is one train of thought that overshadows the rest. It rings louder and truer than anything he has ever known and emerges straight from the chambers of his heart.

“I—” He sounds shattered when he speaks, his voice muffled where his lips touch your skin, his words a rasp that is only audible to you. “I still—”

“I know,” you whisper, squeezing your watering eyes. “Me too.”

And you think the shaky “fuck” that leaves his lips is an apt summary of the absolute mess that the two of you have found yourselves in: entirely and obtusely enamored with the person who has proven themselves to be incompatible with your love, time and time again.

You are only willing to pull away far enough from Hyunjin so that you can look at him, his cheeks now damp with saltwater and flushed with emotion, his dreary eyes swimming with adoration and sorrow. You cradle his face with both hands, and he drops his arms to circle around your waist. His fingers lace together against the small of your back.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you murmur. You wipe at his tears with your thumbs, touch your forehead to his. “We’re gonna be okay, Hyun.”

His reply is so sad and so small that your heart feels like it’s being carved out of your chest with a blunt pocket knife. “When?”

You don’t know the answer.

You don’t know the answer when you finally go through security, the final boarding call for your flight booming through the intercom, Hyunjin’s face buried in his shaking sleeves.

You don’t know the answer when you return to Seoul a few months later, and Hyunjin is not there to give you a lift this time.

You don’t know the answer when your birthday passes and you still receive texts from Hyunjin’s parents, wishing you well, reminding you to take care of yourself. Nor do you know the answer on the birthday after that, or the birthday after that, which is when the texts stop coming.

You won’t know the answer for a very long time—so much so that you spend years of your life doubting there’s an answer at all. But you find it one day when you least expect it, and it congeals in your mind like expired milk, numbs your mouth like the strongest of anesthetics.

You have your answer then, but you don’t want it.

You never have.

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♫ 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡… TASM!Peter Parker with the bingo prompt ‘himbo’?

alright, so the thing is I feel like peter is really book smart but he is so oblivious otherwise, like if someone flirts with him it goes completely over his head. so reader has been his best friend for years and recently has been trying to drop hints that she likes him, and eventually she gets fed up of him being so oblivious that she just kisses him and he gets all whiney and then they do the devils tango (i am so sorry i’m really awkward when requesting 😭) but could there also be a size and praise kink, as well as an oral fixation? (if you don’t feel comfy pls delete this!!)

i hope u have a good day/night 💕

—𓆩[my beautiful idiot]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

nvm anon honey i couldn't sleep without posting this, i hope you enjoy it!!!

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - TASM! Peter Parker x Best Friend! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.7K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Peter have been best friends for what seemed like eternity, and has been in love with you for what seemed like forever, but he’s not going to give up — no matter how much it seems like you don’t like him back. The kid you babysit though that is way too old to be babysat disagrees though, and tries to show him how much you were in love with him too.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - crossover time|| heavily inspired by this interview/edit with Will Poulter (love him so much) || cursing & foul language || mentions of violence || Peter gets hurt || whiny Peter is best Peter || smut warnings include oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, praise, size kink, breeding kink, oral fixation, possessiveness, marking kink, biting, hickies, possibly more?

Miles was a helpless bystander between the two of you. It never worked out, not whenever Peter was too stupidly in love with you he never saw the hints that you dropped.

“Peter, I’m telling you, she’s in love with you!” Miles wanted to strangle the other Spider-Man, very very violently.

“I don’t… I don’t think she is,” Peter mumbles, a pout on his lips as he swirled pasta around his fork, one that you often made because it was his favorite. Was that not hint enough? You knew his favorite fucking pasta! “I don’t think I’m her type.”

“Who’s type?” You walked into the living room, plate in hand full of the cream based pasta you made on the side.

“Yours! Your type!” Miles grins. “Your type.”

“My type?” You hummed, thinking as you tap your chin. “My type… would be smart. Handsome, funny. Nerdy,” you look over at Peter who was still pouting. “Loves pasta.”

Miles slurps up some of the noodles, nodding. “I wonder who that could be!”

“Yeah, I wonder,” Peter mumbles, face falling as he scooped pasta into his mouth. “I wonder.”

“Really? In this room?!” Miles yells, moving his hands to gesture around the apartment. “I wonder?!”

Peter looked around, eyes narrowing. “You like Miles?”

How the fuck could he be so stupid?

“That’s it! I’m done!” Miles stood, looking at you. “He’s hopeless! Completely and utterly hopeless!”

You sigh, standing up too. “I could’ve told you that.”

You go around the couch, taking Peter’s finished plate of food as his face scrunches. “Who’s hopeless?”

“Oh baby,” you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek. He didn’t think much of it, you did kiss him on the cheek often. “You are. You’re such a himbo.”

“A what? What’s a himbo?”

“It’s like… a beautiful idiot,” you press another kiss to his cheek, pulling back his chestnut hair from his face. “You’re my beautiful idiot.”

He pours as you walk away, Miles shouting out a goodbye as you finish your food and start cleaning up the dishes.

He didn’t want to be your ‘beautiful idiot’ — he wanted to be yours, overall and absolutely, he wanted to tick every box you ever wanted, he wanted to be yours. If he could, he’d want you to mark him as yours for forever and eternity, he just wanted you. He wanted a mark on him that said you owned him, just like you owned his heart for what seemed like forever.

“Peter? Don’t you have to go on patrol?” You yell out, snapping Peter out of his thoughts.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m going!” He goes into your room because he basically lived with you at this point, grabbing his suit and getting dressed with the door open.

“Peter?” You’re standing at the doorway, arms crossed as he stumbled into his suit, trying his best not to fall on his face. “Miles’ parents invited us over for dinner. I told them yes, you promise not to be late?”

“Yeah, I promise,” he grunted breathlessly as he quickly finished putting on his suit, looking around. “Where’s my mask?”

“Peter,” you say again, more stern this time as you walk over, bending down to pick up something from the ground. He froze when you stood in front of him, fixing his suit before handing him the mask. “Promise me you won’t be late.”

He smiled down at you, wide and his honey brown eyes shining. “I promise. Do I dress nice or casual?”

“Nicer than casual,” you say with a sigh, your hands rubbing against his chest to flatten out the suit, thinking about the fact he wore nothing underneath it. “I’m going to go over there early to help Rio cook, but I need you there by seven. Did you hear that? By seven. Dinner starts at seven-thirty, but I need you there by seven.”

He smiled, leaning down teasingly. “Yes ma’am. Whatever you say, I’ll be there by seven.”

You sigh, a smile on your face as you pat his chest. “Be safe, and take care of Miles if he tags along, okay?”

“I will.”

You both stay there for a few seconds, his eyes staring at your lips as you worriedly push your hands through his hair. You did it often, so much so that it became something you didn’t have to think about doing, or it was something you did when you were nervous.

What you both did were couple things, why weren’t you together? It was because Peter was too much of a beautiful idiot to know otherwise.

“Promise me you’ll be safe, and protect Miles if he goes. Don’t eat on your patrol, Rio is making the best food ever. And you have to be there by seven.”

“I promise,” he pushed your hair back behind your ear, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you at seven.”

“By seven!” You yell as he jumps out the window, sighing with a smile. “I swear, if you weren’t hot I would’ve stopped trying by now.”

It was seven-ten. Seven-fucking-ten. You helped Rio make arroz con gandules while she took care of the main course - chicken con sofrito - and she had also tasked you in making a grilled salsa. You were smashing it inside of the molcajete, the grinding and the scratching making Miles and his father wince.

“Y/N, honey do you want me to uhm… take over… that?” Jefferson asks as he comes closer to you.

“Nope,” you say as Rio dipped her fingers into the salsa and coughing. “Oh no, is it bad?”

“N-No,” she cleared her throat, coughing. “Just spicy, very spicy. Are you mad, honey?”

“You have no fucking clue,” you basically growled as Miles and Jefferson slowly stepped back.

“You have any clue where this kid is?” Jefferson whispers to Miles, looking over. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to eat that salsa.”

“I-I’ll find him,” Miles says, nodding. “Just… distract them.”

First, he checked your apartment. He looked around, searching for anything that would show Peter was home, and when he found nothing — it was to the streets he went. He changed quickly, already swinging out the window to find the beautiful idiot. It didn’t take him long, quickly going to their favorite spot and finding him lounging, snoring extremely loudly.

“Peter! Peter, what the hell are you doing?!” Miles slapped Peter through the mask, gasping when he saw the gashes and lacerations all over his body. “Holy shit, Peter!”

He snapped up, gasping as he looked around. “What time is it?”

“Like seven-thirty already dude!” He quickly looks around. “What happened?!”

“I was helping a bank robbery, got dammit, Y/N is going to kill me!” He tries to stand, groaning loudly as he holds his side.

“Stop moving! Stop! Y/N taught me how to stitch people up, just lay down!” Miles ordered the older Spider-Man, forcing him to lay back as he grabbed the medical supplies.

“There’s no point, they’ll heal soon enough, I need to get home. Y/N is going to kill me!” He quickly stood, the gashes already getting smaller and less deep. “Let’s go!”

Miles groans. “Am I the babysitter or you?!”

He swung after him, Peter quickly swinging into your room and looking through the dresser that held his clothes. “Oh, come on! Y/N moved my clothes around.”

“Y/N does your laundry?” Miles asks, groaning. “Do you not how in love with you she is?!”

“We switch on laundry duty! It was her weekend so I cooked,” he grabbed a button down, groaning. “Thank fuck she washed my favorite.”

He grabs some new underwear from the drawer, smiles face palming as he rushes to the restroom to get changed. “You're going to bleed through that!”

“No I’m not!” He yelled back, walking out in his new clothes. “I covered the stuff with gauzes.”

“Okay, go upstairs, I’m going to swing up to my room and change, alright?”

He nodded. “Right.”

They both went to Miles’ apartment in different ways, Peter knocking on the door and when it swung open, he smiled at you. You gasped when you saw his gashed face, quickly reaching up. “What happened?!”

“Bank robbery, I passed out on top of a building. So sorry I’m late.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands settling on your waist. “Dinner going well?”

“I-I made a salsa, are you okay?” Your hands quickly cup his face, twisting and turning as you sigh. “Rio’s going to freak! God fuck, Peter!”

He laughed. “You have no reason to worry, honey. I’ll just say I… ran into a tree.”

“A tree?!”

“Look at that! Peter’s here!” Miles yelled, running forward. “Let’s eat!”

When everyone sat down at the dinner table, it was obvious something was a little off. “I uhm… how is work, Y/N?”

You clear your throat, nodding at Rio’s question. “It’s going really well! I’m really happy there.”

“Peter, you moved in with Y/N already?” Jefferson asked, scooping food into his mouth. “It’s about time.”

“What do you mean?” Peter paused his actions of stuffing his face, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“Well… you both are dating, right?” Rio asked, looking over at Miles. “Mijo always told us you were…”

“No, we’re not,” you say, a sad smile on your face. “But Peter does basically live with me! He does my laundry, cooks, you know, normal stuff.”

“Normal… couple stuff,” Rio filled in. “You pay rent too?”

“I-I tried, but Y/N didn’t let me,” Peter says softly, shrugging. “She said that she didn’t need my help with it.”

It goes quiet for a minute before Miles laughs awkwardly. “Hey, guys! I passed my biology test!”

You smiled when Miles saved you both from the awkward moment, cheering as everyone continued to talk about how they knew Miles was going to pass. Peter wasn’t that into the conversation, he was extremely preoccupied.

You both did do a lot of couple stuff.

For fucks sake, you both even slept with each other. Why weren’t you both dating, why?

When dinner was done and a few drinks were put in after Rio forced Miles to go to bed, you both went back up to your shared apartment. You giggled as you opened the door, smiling back at him. “Do you want to watch a movie or go straight to sleep, what do you want to do?”

“Can I talk to you, Y/N?” He slowly takes your hand, pulling you toward your room.

You giggled, shrugging. “Well, straight to sleep it is then.”

He sat on the bed, parting his legs and pulling you between them making you giggle. “Everything okay?” You whisper, pushing his hair back as you leaned down to press your forehead to his. “I know something’s not. What’s up?”

“Why did you say we’re not dating?” He pouts up at you, a giggle falling from your lips. “Hey, it’s not funny! We… we do things that couples do, why aren’t we a couple? I know… I know you might not-”

“For fucks sake Peter, shut up.”

He gasped as you pulled his face up, your lips pressing to his as your nails softly press into his skin, soft but firm all at once. He groaned loudly, his hands pulling you closer before you pulled away, a whine falling from his lips. “What’re you doing?”

His words were almost slurred together even though the alcohol he drank had little to no effect on him. It makes you laugh as he leaned up, pressing more kisses to your lips before he pulled your body solidly against his own, fixing your position so that you sat on his lap and your hands were around his neck. “What baby, you don’t want me to stop kissing you?”

He hummed, shaking his head. “No, you can’t… ‘s unfair.”

You started to laugh even harder as he basically whined, trying to pull you down for more kisses. You hummed as he started to lay back, hands pushing through his hair. “I need you… I need you, Y/N.”

You rose a brow, rolling your hips into his. “Need? Need’s a big word, baby,” you respond, smiling down at him as he groaned into your neck. He shifts you both so that you were laying on your back, leaning down to keep kissing your lips.

He was addicted, now that he had one taste, he never wanted to stop. His tongue pushed into your mouth, desperately swirling his own around yours as you groaned into his mouth, the minute he pulled away was when you swallowed the mixed saliva gathered at the back of your throat. You hummed as he leaned down, his lips pressing to your for a quick kiss, going over and over again with small breaks in between.

“Peter,” you giggled, his mere hum the only proof he was listening. “Are you just going to kiss me or are you going to get a little adventurous?”

He pauses, tilting his head. “Adventurous?”

You laughed. “Fuck, my beautiful idiot,” you pulled him down for another kiss, your teeth grazing his deliciously making him groan before you pulled away. “You can put that mouth to better use somewhere else.”

He paused, his mind taking a minute to process. “Oh. Oh, yeah!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he quickly pressed one last kiss to your lips before letting his lips slowly, slowly trail down your body while slipping off your clothes, his nimble fingers leaving a trail of fire on your now bare body. He paused as he stared down at you, his eyes dark and pupils blown as he inhaled.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His words make you groan, hands pushing your thighs apart as his head slowly pushes between them, his mouth already hot on your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, his tongue already exploring your wetness and his fingers pushing into your slit, smearing all of it up and down before settling it on your clit.

He wasted no time, groaning as your hands thread through his hair, holding onto his brown curls like the were handles and your thighs settling on his shoulders. He paused though, pulling away making you whine softly, head tilted again. “This is okay, right? I should’ve asked.”

Fuck, why was he so fucking adorable? “Yes honey, this is okay. More than okay.”

He smiled widely, biting his lip. “Good, because your cunt tastes even better than your mouth.”

You gasped as he pushed his face between your legs again, his lips latching on your clit as he pushed a finger inside of you. Your back arches, eyes widening before they roll back into your head, his finger pushing and pumping trying to find the right rhythm, teasing you. He gasps as you tug on his hair, pushing your hips up into his mouth as he groans against your clit, the vibrations making you shiver.

“F-Fuck, Peter.”

He hummed, enjoying the feeling of your cunt clamping down on his finger, curling it inside of you to feel your body writhe underneath his touch. His eyes roll back as a shiver runs down his back, groaning into your clit that he never let his mouth off of for too long, only shifting his head to get into a new angle. You tasted so fucking good, your swollen clit evidence of his torment, but there was something else. Something he couldn’t describe, he could feel you, all of you.

He could feel every clench of your walls, every shiver that ran up your back. He could hear every stutter of your breath, the skip of your heartbeat, every soft whimper you tried to hide as that one finger continues to find every pleasure spot that not even you knew existed. He could taste you with every lick, every suck of his mouth, his teeth even grazing your sensitive skin if he got too focused.

He finally pulls away from your clit, a thick string of saliva attaching your swollen bud of muscles to his lips, your hips bucking as he stares at your greedy cunt trying to suck his fingers back in every time he pulls out. He groans loudly as the shiver running down his back gets stronger, and the twisting of your stomach turns tight, your thighs shaking as your hips rut into his fingers until his mouth joins the actions of sucking on your entrance as another finger attempts to push into your pussy.

You gasped as your hips bucked without warning, your spongy walls enveloping both of his digits, and your mind blurring from how hard the orgasm hits you. Peter doesn’t even stop though, groans falling from his lips as he pulls out his fingers making you whine, your attempts to ride your hips into them failing. His tongue pushes into you though, a gasp leaving your lips as you automatically tighten your thighs around his head, not that he was complaining.

He could be like this for hours, his tongue pushing into you as his thumb rubbed circles into your overly-sensitive and swollen clit, hard but focused and his fingers pushed back into you. His tongue never stopped moving though, flicking and lapping, his mouth sucking and popping sensually against your pussy, groans that sent vibrations from your pussy straight to the growing knot in your stomach making you whine.

You had just cum, but it wasn’t like he had probably even cared about what it would do to your body, how sensitive it would make your body to every movement he made. His mouth sucked on the opening of your cunt, opening his mouth wide to push his tongue into you as your hips buck into his mouth. Your fingers tug on his hair, whimpering as he rolled your clit between his thumb and pointer with his other hand, his tongue thrusting into you as far as he could, an ache forming in his jaw as he tried to get his mouth anywhere and everywhere on your body.

He could feel the sparking along his spine again, your stomach clenching all over again as his fingers rubbed against that sensitive spot inside of you. His fingers twist, curling inside of you as he tries to push another finger into you, the stretch making you scream out as a shiver runs down his spine, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he swallows everything leaking out of your cunt.

He wanted more. He wanted to taste everything coming from your cunt, everything you had, just everything. He didn’t want to stop, his third digit pushing into you and the squelching filled his ears, his breathing heavy and panting into your cunt. His thumb continues its torment on your clit, rubbing and the shocks running through your body as your thighs shake and fingers shakily scratch against his scalp.

Your body was coated in sweat, stomach tight as his fingers edged you onto the climax of another orgasm, they always came quick after the first. Your body was sensitive all from him, your nipples hard and pebbled from the cold air of your room, bottom lip bitten raw from trying to hold back your moans before he squeezed at your clit - the only thing he needed to do to get you to start moaning out for him.

He loved the sounds you made, getting drunk off of your moans and whines combined with the taste of your arousal and your cunt making his dick hard and his senses overflow. He pushed his three fingers into you as deep as he could, all the way to his knuckles to watch your cunt convulse and feel those same sparks on his spine.

“Peter! Peter wait, Peter- fuck!”

Your third orgasm brought you to tears, vision going black as you squeezed your thighs together, hands gripping his chestnut curls as you tried to steady your breathing. He hummed into your cunt, softly patting your clit making you yelp in surprise, parting your legs to watch as he slowly pulled away. “Are you alright?”

You stared at him, almost dumbfounded. “Y-You… you just ate me out and made me cum three times and you’re asking if I’m alright?”

His brows furrowed as he leaned up, wiping his mouth before licking the back of his hand where all your juices went and kissing under your eyes. He was careful not to get too close to your actual eyes, just in case, only kissing where tears fell. “You’re crying. I don’t like it when you cry.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck after he slowly pulled off his shirt and tugged his pants down to his ankles before kicking them off. “I’m crying out of pleasure. You make me feel so good, Peter.”

He smiled widely down at you, leaning lower to press another kiss to your lips. “Well, I want to make you feel better. Especially with how good you’re making me feel, princess, you make me feel so good. Make me so happy.”

“W-Wait!” Your voice was loud, surprising him as he stared up at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I… I want to ride you. Please?”

He pauses, but nods with a smile. “Alright. But you can’t be gentle. Don’t be gentle. I want it all.”

You nodded, laughing loudly as he twisted you both over, helping you steady yourself over his aching cock. It was long, thick and veiny, tip red and leaking precum in desperation as he whined, bucking his hips. You giggled, slowly wrapping your hand around his before he nodded and watched as you slowly sunk down.

You gasped, nodding as he slowly pushed into you, his head tilting back and his mouth falling open. Your eyes rolled back into your head, vision blurring as his girth stretched you out even more, every time you thought he bottomed out the more he kept pushing. You whined loudly, hands pushing against his chest as he groaned loudly, eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath.

His body was sheening with sweat, a smile blooming on his face as you dug your nails into his chest, scratching against his skin as you tried to compose himself. This is what he wanted when he wanted you to claim him, he wanted your nails to scratch on his body, your mouth to leave hickies and bite marks, he wanted to be yours.

He watched as you slowly started to bounce on his cock, his eyes staring at your bouncing tits before letting them wander down your body, staring at the bulge on your lower stomach. He hissed loudly as you got harder, fixing your position as your clit rubbed against his pelvis, eyes rolling back.

Your cunt felt just as good wrapped around his cock as it did wrapped around his tongue and fingers, every movement had it squelching and convulsing around his shaft, loud groans falling from his lips as his large hands settled on your hips, thumbs settling on that giant bulge on your stomach.

He watched your mouth fall open as you screamed out, fixing both of your positions to buck his hips up into you and watch your boys fall forward. He kept your body against his, flipping you both over to wrap his arm around your body and press his face into your neck, groaning loudly into your skin as your nails dragged against his back.

He thrusted as hard as he could, desperate to find his climax as your body bounced with this thrusts, loud moans leaving your lips with each thrust and his name falling from your lips over and over. “Yes baby, you’re doing so good. Your cunt is so fucking good baby, I love the way you feel around my dick,” he groans, gasping as your mouth pressed to his skin. “Fuck, fuck yes princess, I want to be covered in you. Want your hickies and your kisses, your scratches and your bites, I don’t care, I want to be covered in you.”

You obviously didn’t expect him to be so into marking, but of course, you weren’t going to say no. You sucked bright purple marks on his skin, digging your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your screams as the bed slammed into the wall, the squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin echoing against the wall was enough chorus of your sex.

You could feel his dick driving into the deepest parts of you, stretching your cunt so that if you looked down you could see the bulge that just seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers rubbed against your clit, whispers of praise falling from his tongue as those same sparks ran up his spine, his stupid little mind finally connecting the dots. “Are you about to cum? Are you about to cum baby?”

You nodded your head into his marked up neck, your tongue slowly licking against the bite mark on his neck as you whined into his neck. “Fuck, fuck Peter! Fuck, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Yes you can baby, you can,” he whispers, pulling away to hold your chin. “Look at me fucking you baby, don’t you want me to keep fucking you? I’ll make you feel better than you make me feel, I’ll fuck you so good. I’ll pump all my cum inside of you and you’ll be such a perfect girl for me and take all of it, right?”

Your eyes rolled back, mouth lulling open as you nodded mindlessly. “Yes! Yes, I will, I’ll take all of it!”

“Fuck, fuck Y/N, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to cum inside of you, fill you up and watch all of my cum make your stomach bulge,” his voice gets huskier, almost like a growl as his thrusts get rougher, messier. “Fucking hell!”

You screamed this time, watching as he completely pulled out of you just to slam back in, your mind blurring as he continued to pull out and slam back in. You could feel your thighs shaking, that knot in your stomach threatening to break. “Peter, Peter! I’m going to cum, I need to cum!”

“No!” He whined, shaking his head as he started to get faster, his hips rough as his hands held your sides, eyes rolling back. “I’m gonna cum, cum with me. Please honey, I want to feel you, I need it.”

A final scream falls from your lips as he bottoms out, eyes rolling back and body shaking as your fourth orgasm absolutely blurred your mind, endless babbles leaving your lips as he panted above you. He stared down at your stomach, the bulge that shouldn’t have been able to get bigger successfully larger. “Fuck honey, look at what I did to your pretty tummy.”

You did, your mind still slightly hazy, but your mouth fell open when you saw the bulge and a whine fell from your lips. “Y-You’re still hard.”

He smiled. “It’s from the spider bite.”

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hey pretty, hope u okay! if it's possible, could u write something for lewis? they have been best friends since 15 after meeting in karts (the reader is a Ferrari driver) lewis has been in love w her since the day they match, but never say something bc he is afraid of losting her. the reader got out of her last relationship and they became close again and one night they just get together and end up confessing their love to both of them. this can be a social media or not, what u prefer, thank u 🤍 (and sorry about the english, it's not my first language)

Icebreaker | Lewis Hamilton

{SOCIAL MEDIA AU}

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x BFF ! Reader

Warnings: None just major fluff

A/N: Hello my loves ! My first SMAU, I hope I did it justice. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Requests are open .xo

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user1 Forget about being a wag, I wanna be a HAB !!!!

user2 That boyfriend of hers has nooooo idea how lucky he is..

teamlh SIRRR we see you in the likes

user3 The fact that he liked this 1 min after posting… post notifications are ONNNN

user4 We NEED Lewis & Y/N content ASAPPPP

user5 Charles is 100% reading these comments

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user5 THEY WENT KARTING TOGETHER

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yourusername Best weekend yet 🤍 Finally faced my fears 🥹😭

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lewishamilton So proud of you ❤️

yourusername All thanks to you 🥰

user1 Are they flirting on main ? 👀

lewhamilton He took her skydiving 😭😭😭 I’m not crying

lhamiltoncrew So are we just going to ignore the sneaky last pic that Y/N posted ??????? 🥹 SO CUTE

fansofyourname Its been a while since we saw Y/N this happy 🥹 Lew is so good for her

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user3 I’m so glad he didn’t, otherwise when was this ship gonna sail ? 👀

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hamiltonyourname Find yourself a man that looks at you like Sir Lewis Hamilton 😩

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POV: YOU’RE DATING CALLUM TURNER

or the one where i pretend i am Callum’s girlfriend (and also tagging @precious-little-scoundrel on this bc I GOTTA)

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tmznews Callum Turner spotted with a mystery girl! Is the new heartthrob off the market? Link in bio for everything TMZ has on his new gal.

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user23 the invasion of privacy … yikes

user12 What does it say about me if I read the article because tbh I’m curious

fan12 don’t do it, lets respect their privacy

callumupdates Don’t give TMZ any clicks. Look at the horrible quality of the photos, they obviously weren’t supposed to obtain these. Callum will share when he is ready.

yourfriendsig At least she’s pretty 😍

yourinstagram stopppp haha

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fan12 GIRL THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH NOTHING SOFT ABOUT IT!!!!

user41 crrrryingggg omg iconic

user23 lol attention seeker

yourfriendsig It took me three years to be IG official with you, why does he get special treatment 😒

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keoghan92 @tmznews you suck

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deuxmoi Spotted: Callum Turner and his girlfriend at a pub in downtown London. Looks like no more hiding for this couple. Sources tell me they’re in love and don’t care who knows it.

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user23 i’m so jealous but i also ship it so hard

fan41 my friend saw them making out at a diner last week lmao she said they were eating each other not the food

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yourinstagram so proud and moved to tears ♥️ the entire cast and crew did a great job honoring these brave men

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user23 I met y/n at the event tonight and she was the sweetest, most HILARIOUS person its easy to see why Callum is in love with her ❤️

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anthonyboyle One Direction

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keoghan92 you think you’re funny huh

yourinstagram Callum finds me funny 🥲

rafflaw he’s biased he’s in love with u

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yourinstagram hi movie star ♥️ i love you - your biggest fan

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rafflaw 💍💍💍👀

yourfriendsig @rafflaw LMAO DONT START THE RUMORS

appletv Mr & Mrs Egan spin off?

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yourfriendsig good times

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user91 … the hand on her ass … making out … CALLUM TURNER I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

yourinstagram why would you post this when you know im missing him 🥺

yourinstagram brb omw to ft him

fan23 i love the way y/n loves him she isn’t afraid to be a normal girlfriend

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yourinstagram social media making fun of me for this but if he was your man you’d get it 😌 i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ♥️♥️

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yourinstagram it was only three days but yes your point still stands 😆

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yourinstagram someone tell y/n not to leave her phone unlocked 🤣🤣🥳 - anthony & barry here!

edit: got my phone back. can’t bring myself to delete my boyfriend looks so cute. i guess barry and anthony look okay.

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fan23 LMAO PLS HOW DID THEY STEAL HER PHONE !!!😂😂CALLUM TAKE IT BACK!

yourinstagram he was supposed to hold it for me it didn’t fit in my clutch and he sided w the enemies 🥺

anthonyboyle New profile picture?

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yourinstagram also i think it’s important for everyone to know @keoghan92 stuck his hand down my boyfriends pants pocket to get my phone

keoghan92 and i liked it

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The End

Ahhhhhh making this was so much fun!!! Y/N is a bit shameless in her adoration for her man but that’s the point!!! I’d be the same if he was mine (I mean look at Vanessa Kirby and Dua Lipa lmao)

Marina this is for us because this man deserves our love we’d make him so happy 🙌🏼

It was supposed to be silly and funny so don’t give me shit obviously celeb relationships would be a lot more private. And for bonus fun check this out ⬇️

#callum turner #callum turner fanfic #callum turner x reader #callum turner ig edit #made by me*#part 2 anyone??? i got more pics #mota fanfic #i purposelly included butt pics bc i love butts btw #and it would be for cal to grab onto

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━━━━━━━━ middle of june.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! spidey! reader. fluff and some crack. omg guys its the middle of june, u know what that means 🙏 also sorry for not posting yesterday, i had a trip to mandarin with my classes to celebrate and i was so drained yesterday that i didn’t make a oneshot LMFAOO. please take this as an apology.

my writing sucks so take this while i do my laundry. also about requests too, i’ve gotten some inappropriate requests about miles and like i said, i won’t be doing those and your request will be deleted. so please, keep some of your stuff to yourself and request those to others please!

where you, earth 0161, visit miles on earth 1610 on the middle of june to celebrate the song as a joke to which leaves miles confuzzled on why you decided to plan a date to your dimension and have a little sight seeing.

“miles. miles!” you stared down at his sleeping figure as you sat at the side of the bed, your spider costume on with a sweater over it. miles blinked his eyes opened before he saw you.

he jumped up in surprise with a yelp as he backed up, “[name]! [name]?” he nervously chuckled watching you smile. “long time no see, miles.” you chuckled, standing up to sit at his desk.

“but we just saw eachother 5 days ago-“

“feels like 5 years to me.” you joked and shrugged, hearing miles shuffle around his bed before footsteps and finally arms wrapping around your neck as his head rested against your shoulder.

“why are you here?” miles kissed the suit of your neck, his voice coming out muffled, “you don’t want me here?” you toned down your soft, the tone wanting miles to cuddle you instantly.

“stop putting words into my mouth, mi vida.” he groaned at your joking nature, hearing your sweet laughter.

“i know, cariño. i just wanted to see my boyfriend.” you pecked the side of his cheek.

you looked at the window, an idea in mind (going on a date with miles still in mind), “wanna go out for a little swing?”

turning around with a mischievous smile and glint in your eyes, miles looked at his window too before looking back at you with the same look as yours, “why not?”

“the food in your dimension is so delicious!” you ranted, licking the rest of the flavour of your finger tips as your other hand shooting the webs out, matching with miles’ speed.

miles smiled, clearly enjoying your presence around him as you talked about his dimension and how much you loved being in it aswell.

“i really wish i was born in this dimension.” your small little comment made miles’ stomach flutter, watching you do tricks as he followed you with delight and a look of adoration and admiration in his eyes.

you let go of your web, landing on top of a building and pulled off your mask, breathing heavily as you admire the view of brooklyn.

miles landed a little further then you, admiring the view which was you.

even if you two were from completely different dimensions, having one of eachother in both of your universe who have died, you two still fell for eachother again.

there would always be you and him in every dimension, and in every one of them, one of you would die but not this one, not this time line.

“[name], i want to tell you something-“ miles opened his mouth before stopping when he felt you hug him.

you backed up with a childish smile, “sorry for interrupting you but wanna know why i came?” miles playfully rolled his eyes and chuckled, “tell me.” the childish tone in his voice made you blush.

“it’s the middle of june, you know what that means.” miles had to process it before looking at you with a ‘are you kidding me’ look, you nodded and smiled.

“which means,” you opened a portal to your dimension, miles’ jaw slacking as you nudged him with your elbow, “wanna come to my dimension?”

you slid a daypass bracelet (so he wouldn’t glitch) on his wrist before jumping into the portal with him.

he screamed, flustered by the fact that his partner is hearing him scream like a girl. before miles knew it, he was in your dimension as he watched in admiration.

you watched him take off his mask, watching the night sky in your dimension to which you could actually see the stars.

“[name], you’re dimension is…” he looked at you before he felt you give him a warm, chaste kiss. he closed his eyes and placed his hands on your cheek, he really loved you.

you pulled away in embarrassment, looking down to hide your flustered state and compose yourself. you awkwardly coughed in the fist of your hand and looked back at him.

“i have something to show then you can tell me on what you tried to say back in your dimension.” you winked at him, leaning back off the building and shooting a web.

miles smiled like an idiot as he followed, “where are we going?” he questioned, not having a reply he grew more confused then he originally was when you came to visit.

when miles wasn’t looking, you can’t giving him a side glance to make sure he was still with you, the sudden memory of him dying repeating in your head.

you shook it off as your destination came closer, “over here, miles!” he looked over at you, watching you swing to your right and up a big building.

miles followed along, you walking to the other side of the edge, showing him your little picnic date on top of this random building.

“i love you so much, amor.” he grinned and hugged you, spinning you around in his arms as laughter filled the air. “i love you too, cariño.” you whispered into his air.

after settling down, you leaned against his arm with music playing in the background on low volume, staring down at your city that you saved countless times.

“what’s that thing you wanted to tell me?”

“just wanted to let you know that your the best thing that has ever happened to me.” you blushed profusely, miles watching you stumble upon your words with a smirk knowing how easy you get flustered by him.

“i’m never coming to your dimension again!”

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mason mount x singer!reader breakup smau (part 1)

faceclaim: madison beer

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cartiamallan SCREAMING

yourbestfriend AHHHHH

yourbestfriend “another day, another slay. PERIOD”

y/nfan1 omg omg omg

y/nfan5 this is not a drill! i repeat, this is not a drill!

masonsfuturewife *casually waits for Mason’s heart comments*

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yourbestfriend i love u & i am so proud of u 🤍

cmpulisic 🤍🤍

y/nfan1 this song has absolutely wrecked me🥲

y/nfan6 literally sobbing in my bed rn while listening to this song for the tenth time

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y/nupdates Y/n was spotted in the streets of London today by a fan who asked to take a picture with her. She reportedly “looked like she’s been crying for days” but was a sweetheart overall. sending love to our girl 🤍

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y/nfan3 YALL SAW THAT RIGHT?

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y/nupdates Mason’s announcement vs Y/n’s

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masonsfuturewife the fact that she didn’t even include that they ended on good terms was kinda shitty ngl🫤

yourbestfriend see what you’re not abt to do is say that bc you don’t know what really happened between the two of them.

y/nfan8 yourbestfriend defending Y/n 🥺

y/nfan4 the audacity he has to say that after their relationship led to her writing one of the saddest & most heartbreaking songs of all time

mason&y/nschild MY PARENTS. NOOO😭

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I FEEL SO HIGH SCHOOL

shinso x reader

angst, breakup, jealousy, general heartbreak sadness

its been a month since you called it quits, and shinso goes through your instagram late at night.

a/n: keeping tabs on him is what made me feel sane, to be honest. this one is a hugeeee vent and i hope you enjoy <3

a/n: TORTURED POETSSSSSSSS

1:02 am

he knew that realistically, he’d only hurt himself. social media doesn’t snitch on you when you stalk your ex, not unless your stupid or desperate enough to like an old post or hit ‘message’. and he knew you two weren’t talking right now.

it was a messy, messy breakup. to be fair, no breakups are seamless and fair. but yours was beyond just plain messy. feelings were unorganized, old sweaters tossed all over the floor in despair, and both your accounts were completely cleaned out online. he hated deleting his posts for you. but he only did it after he saw you do it first.

shinso was starting to hate his phone. mostly because so much of it was haunted by you. old texts, albums made for you, playlists of your songs together, but there was something about his and your instagram accounts that made it so hard. it was probably because social media is the place to share tidbits of your life- and a year of his life had been with you. but its over now. now what?

he couldn’t sleep tonight. he wanted to hear your voice. he called you twice and no answer. he knew deep down you were asleep, that you didn’t like staying up as late as he did. he wondered if you were dreaming about him.

he missed sleeping with you, so much. he missed getting to snuggle up next to you and drift off in your warmth, begging you to stay in bed with him the next morning. you were always an early riser. even on days you were apart, he missed calling you late at night. he missed falling asleep on the phone with you, not caring how bad it was for his battery life to do so.

he just fucking missed you.

he wondered if you missed him too.

after hearing your voicemail play out, basking in the sound of your voice apologizing for not picking up- knowing that that apology wasn’t meant for him anyway- he clicked instagram. his friends were up and active, spamming texts into the groupchat he was smart enough to mute. he knew they meant well, asking him for the details of your split and offering to spend time with him, but shinso preferred to hurt alone. maybe its because he knew that none of the people that cared about him could be you.

[y/n]_username: smileyy

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xx_yaomomo: CUTEEEE

alienqueen: HAIRCUT REVEAL??

heartz4uraraka: BABYYYY

he scrolled through your posts, looking at the comments your friends left for you. you got your haircut, something that shocked him. you always loved your long hair. you always loved him. thats two things gone.

[y/n]_username: on the edge

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xx_yaomomo: had so much fun w u <3

dkkknari: PHOTO CREDITS RNNN

ejk1rishima: yall [y/n] would not stop slipping 😭

[y/n]_username: @ejk1rishima SHUT UP

he knew his friends were your friends too. it was unfair of him to expect them all to suddenly drop you the way he did, but he never expected it to sting this much.

shinso knew that rooftop. it was the roof of your parents apartment complex. you used to take him and him alone there, claiming it was a spot you only wanted to spend with the people you love. he knew all the little stories, like when you were eight and you threw up over the edge of the building after eating too much ice cream, or when you had your first kiss with him at 2am.

it was a spot just for you two. at least, thats what you told him.

that spot was now filled with other people you loved. he knew it was selfish of him to hope that that place in your heart remains for him and only him, but he also knew it was wrong.

he wanted to be selfish so fucking bad.

[y/n]_username: <3

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shotdrki: beautiful <3

shinso turned off his phone.

he felt a knot form in his chest at the sight. he could put two and two together, seeing you with flowers, your favourite flowers, and someone else calling you what you are. someone that wasn’t him.

shinso knew why he had to end the relationship. he needed to focus on himself, on his hero career and he knew he couldn’t love you under those conditions. it broke his heart knowing he broke yours, knowing this was what he had to do in order for you to be better off.

she deserves better. he thought.

but it also drove him insane thinking about you being with another guy. it drove him crazy wondering who out there was going to be with you. who out there is telling you they love you, who’s holding you and fucking holding your hand.

it just couldn’t be him.

he couldn’t help himself, unlocking his phone and opening your messages. he removed the heart next to your name, only so that when he would call he wouldn’t be tricked into thinking you were still together. god knows he can’t go through that heartbreak again.

[y/n]: i wanna be yours forever

[y/n]: i love you ♥️

shinso felt the memory of your love roll down his cheeks.

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hvghes · 9 months

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i know you - b.brisson

warning: none i think, angst no happy ending

ynuser

liked by brendan.brisson, umichhockey, lhughes_06

ynuser that you make me smile please stay for a while

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brendan.brisson and they called it puppy love

posted 1 year ago

ynuser 🩷

fan1 i miss them

fan2 did they break up?

fan1 they just havent posted each other in over a year so no one knows

fan3 i dont think they did they didn’t delete their posts of each other

fan4 yn did disable her comments though

ynuser

liked by bffuser, fan2, fan1 and others

ynuser i’ll quiet down if it's what you want i understand I'm not the only one 4 u, so tell me what you're looking for, is it a picture- perfect girl for you?

fan1 no briss?? and sad caption?? this cant be good

fan2 they so broke up

fan1 definitely but question is when?

bffuser ily.

ynuser ily <3

dylanduke25 we miss you

ynuser miss you guys too 🩷

briss and you have been broken up for over a year now. both refusing to move on, hoping to get back together eventually. but you couldn’t go through that heartbreak again. the moment briss signed his contract you knew it was over. he was moving too far away for the distance to work.

your heart ache. the day vgk won and you saw how much fun briss was having it made you question everything. was he over you? was it over for good? so you decided to send him a text congratulating the team on the win even if he wasn’t fully officially apart of it.

and your heart broke all over again, tears streaming down your cheeks and onto your phone. “not delivered.” he had blocked you. it was over. he moved on. and now so would you.

#brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson #umich fic #umich hockey #umich boys

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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Another entry. Firstly, Still With Me? Did JK release a new song that I didn’t know about? Secondly, I would rather speculate that a song is about someone then a hand gesture that a lot of people do.

I saw them coming at us for paying attention to numbers and 11/08 even though that's way more real than whatever tf this is. Like... aren't they embarrassed????

Anyway guys, I have an announcement to make.

Attention please!

Thank u ☺☺

Okay so I've been getting alot of frustrated asks mad at tkkrs and antis on twitter, right? Unfortunately I tend not to post them because I don't wanna bring too much negativity on this blog. Especially when some of those things are vile AF. Anyway, the point of this post is, My friends and I are in a Jikook discord and a few of us do this thing on twitter where we fight antis and shit especially when they come to Jikook spaces.

As we know recently a big Jikook account with 15k followers was attacked the other day for liking a post from an anti. But she had no idea that person was one. She just liked the post coz it was Jikook related. It's an easy mistake to make, really. She tried apologising and explaining she'd blocked the anti but these assholes didn't listen. They went though her profile and started commenting under all her regular, normal tweets that she was an anti and should be ashamed of herself or whatever. They were determined to give her no peace whatsoever.

When called out themselves, one account shamelessly said that they were antis and proud. That they didn't pretend that they don't hate Jimin. This really made me mad. It's not the first time they've been quite proud of the Jimin hate they partake in. Tkk accounts will gets thousand of likes on a post hating on Jimin and this ain't right. An anon sent in an ask venting about us being cowards and I agree. They attack Jikookers and these jkkrs end up deleting their Jikook posts. THIS SHIT AIN'T RIGHT!!! Its not.

They do this thing where they move in balk. My friends and I tried to back this account up. Encouraged her not to let them get to her. But it dont matter that 5 people are on your side if 30 people are telling you to kill yourself its just... /sigh/

This account is still running. But they had to unfollow everyone they follow and start from scratch. This ain't right guys. Its just not fair no matter how u look at it. I think we need to start giving tkkrs the same energy they give us.

Simply ignoring them is NOT working. We don't go to them, they come to us. I think its time Jikookers fought fire with fire. Which is why I'm making this post. A few of us had the idea to create a Jikook fighting discord.

If you are reading this and are tired of taking shit lying down. If you have wanted to fight these people but you were worried that you are just one person and won't make a difference. If you see the Jimin hate and wish there was something you could do about it, I come with an offer. Fuck tkkrs. Fuck antis. Fuck solos and fuck ot7 accounts that call out the vermin but then delete their tweets when they start to loose followers. Fuck all these people. Lets do something about this, ourselves.

Tkkrs are the ones causing chain reactions. If they didn't attack Jimin, Jimin solos wouldn't attack V and JK. (Yesterday I saw an art of JK with a dirty diaper and I just...🤮) If they shipped in peace and didn't attack Jimin literally all this shit wouldn't be happening.

I say we give them a taste of their own medicine. So if you see this post and you agree that enough is enough, then come join us here.

If you can't join then spread the word. Time to defend Kookmin and Koominers. Fuck this shit. The vermin have ran rampant for long enough. Photoshopping Jimin getting blown by band pd wasn't enough. Now they're editing him into porn. Guys, they've go10 too comfortable. Let's do something!

1) Create a separate twitter account before you join us. Safer not to use your main

2) ONLY Jikookers allowed in this discord. If you are not one of us we will know.

See you soon. I hope some of you consider. This shit has to stop. Kookminers assemble!!

Bless 💜

#ask shaz #bts ask #the fuckery #the vermin #i say we get them

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lonesome-witching · 7 months

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The World Can Know

I have gotten the request to write a celebrity AU by @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh based on this post by @autismbarbie (I think). And I have to say I absolutely loved that post so much that I was a little excited to write this.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

It had all started with a drunken tweet. She shouldn’t have been drunk. It was only 2 pm and she was supposed to be working. But she had finished the last song for her album, and somebody had pulled out a bottle of champagne and now she was sipping lukewarm beers in the recording booth and scrolling through twitter.

It was then that Robin Buckley saw a picture of Nancy Wheeler. It wasn’t that she had never seen her before, she had seen Nancy everywhere. A couple of days ago, she and Steve had gone to see one of her movies. And Robin had returned the next day to watch it again. So, she knew of Nancy Wheeler. She had seen her all dolled up in movies and on red carpets. She had spent an embarrassing long time staring at her in that flowy top with her dark red lips at the Paris fashion week just a few nights ago.

The only difference was that all of those times Robin hadn’t been drunk, and therefore had been able to refrain herself from making her tiny obsession public knowledge. But this time as she noticed the picture of Nancy Wheeler in a simple blue shirt, purple cap and sunglasses walking in New York, the same streets Robin walked every single day, she was drunk.

Her fingers were typing out the words before her mind had registered them. Her thumb only hesitated a second before posting the tweet.

Literally dont FUCKIGN talk to me if u r not Nancy wheeler btw!!! dont even say hi i’ll be pissed

She regretted that tweet that same night when a text from Steve told her to check twitter. The memory of her own embarrassment came flooding back and the only reason she opened her account was with the pure intention of deleting the entire thing. That was her intention until she noticed the notification. It was a simple reply, just a simple hi with a smiley face behind it. The main reason Robin nearly went into cardiac arrest was that it was from Nancy freaking Wheeler.

Talking with Nancy had been surprisingly easy. They had hung out a few times, going for walks after dark and eating take out in Nancy’s luxurious apartment. Robin had even invited Nancy to the recording studio after a mix up with the vocals forced her to drop everything. They often talked until the early morning hours, laughing and crying like kids at their first sleepover.

Now that Robin was able to see Nancy in real life it became obvious that the pictures and movies didn’t do her justice. That she looked best when she woke up with her hair all messed up and her eyes only half open.

It also became obvious that Robin was falling in love with her. Robin had difficulty not staring or stuttering when they hung out. She would always trip over her words whenever she tried to give Nancy a genuine compliment. And when Nancy returned the favor her cheeks would heat up and turn bright red. The words ‘I’m in love with Nancy Wheeler’ might as well have been tattooed on her forehead.

As the months crawled forward Robin and Nancy hung out more and more. Even when Nancy had to go to LA for some promotion material for her newest premiere, they called every night. Robin would listen attentively to Nancy chattering about her day as she stayed up way too late talking the other girl to sleep.

It almost felt like they were dating. Almost.

Robin tried her best not to dream about that possibility. After all, she had already gotten way too lucky to have her idol in her life.

Robin checked her phone for the thousandth time, waiting for a reply from Nancy. But as her screen lit up, she saw nothing but her lock screen. It had been a mere 9 hours since she last received a text from Nancy. She could survive 9 hours without Nancy. She had to.

Robin checked her phone again when the doorbell rang out, echoing through her too empty apartment. She dropped the phone on the couch and got up, shuffling to the door. On the other side stood Nancy Wheeler, her hair wet and dripping raindrops on the floor.

“It’s raining,” she stated as her eyes stared into Robin’s face.

“Nance? What are you doing here? Come in, come here.” Robin pulled her in, nearly hugging her. “I’m going to get you a towel… And— and some dry clothes. You should shower. I thought you were in LA.”

“I just got back. I— Robin, I need to speak with you.”

Robin stopped running around, a pink towel in her hand that nearly dropped to the floor as she saw the expression on Nancy’s face. “Okay.”

“I—” Nancy frowned. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Maybe at the beginning,” Robin offered.

“I don’t know if there is a beginning. And I’m hoping this isn’t the end. I just feel like there is middle. Everything has been the middle. I can’t start at the beginning because there isn’t one. There is just you.”

“Me?”

Nancy nodded, taking a deep breath. “There is just you. And then there is me. And I’m hoping you and me could be an us.” Nancy’s teeth were digging into her bottom lip and Robin worried she’d draw blood.

“What are you—” Realization dawned on her. Nancy’s doe eyes and nervous expressions might have not been enough, but her words were clear. “Oh.”

Nancy nodded again, barely. “Do you think—”

“Yes. I like that. I’d really like to be an us.”

Nancy’s lips turned into a bright smile as she closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.

“I wrote you a song,” Robin said about two weeks after their first kiss.

They were laying in Nancy’s bed, cuddling and kissing. It had been heavenly to be cooped up in Nancy’s flat the entire day. It had been marvelous to sink into her mattress and feel her lips all over her body. And now Robin was enjoying the warmth of her girlfriend.

“You wrote me a song?” Nancy asked with a soft voice.

“I did.”

“That is so sweet.” Robin could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.

“I was hoping you would be in the video.”

“I would love to be in the video.”

They had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until the video came out. Which Robin knew, logically speaking, wasn’t very long. It was supposed to be released in less than a month time so it would align with Nancy’s premiere.

But Robin was ecstatic about her new situation, and she had lasted about 3 days after they had agreed. It had at first been a slip of the thumb. She had taken this adorable picture of Nancy and couldn’t not post it. Maybe she could have used a more ambiguous caption than ‘gf reveal’ but she had slipped up. It was Nancy’s fault for being so cute.

It was only when no one believed her that she kept going, that she kept tweeting about Nancy and her dating. Not that it helped.

“They still don’t believe me. It’s insane.”

Nancy laughed softly. “At least I know it’s true.,” she said as she pulled the phone out of Robin’s hands and crawled onto her lap.

The premiere of Nancy’s movie was scheduled for Friday. The music video was going to drop Thursday. Robin smiled as she thought about it. But tonight, on this beautiful Monday evening, Nancy was curled up into her side as they watched the Late Night Show together. Nancy was on this episode and when she was announced Robin cheered at the screen, much to her girlfriend’s amusement.

“So, we have to ask, is there anyone special you are taking to the premiere on Friday?”

“Well, actually, there is,” screen Nancy answered, and Robin’s eyes widened. “I’ll be taking my girlfriend, Robin Buckley.”

Nancy’s arms tightened around Robin’s waist. “So, I may have told the world.”

“Yeah,” Robin replied, nodding at the screen, not even registering the reaction from the audience.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Nancy looked up with those soft doe eyes.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m delighted. I’ve been talking about it for ages now. All I wanted was you and for the whole world to know.” She lowered her face to press a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic

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Too Little, Too late. Amy's origin story! Told from the perspective from one of her former bullies. Its not the best quality wise, since I'm still trying to learn to write! Critique is welcome ^u^

Julia knew she had made many mistakes in her life. For one, she hadn’t been a particularly kind person. Scratch that. She knew she had been a downright mean person. It’s not that she took joy in hurting people per se. But she definitely took joy in making her friends laugh. Unfortunately, making other people cry was the number one sure fire way to make them double over in mirth. But that cold Tuesday morning she saw what sort of thing those kinds of jokes could do.

Her friends had been gathered around her desk. Already whispering amongst themselves when she arrived. They were excited. Slapping each other on the arm playfully and shushing the other girls with vigour. Obviously, they had heard something juicy. Julia smiled and made her way over, flipping a cascade of perfectly silky platinum hair over her shoulder. Once the girls clapped eyes on her they began frantically gesturing for her to come quick. “What’s up?” She asked, plunking into her seat. She had turned to hang her messenger bag on the chair while the others stifled their giggling. “You know Amy?” One started. Julia snorted, “Uh-huh?” “Guess what she did last night?” The girl continued. “I don’t know? Post another one of those gross poems?” Julia laughed trying to grab her friend’s phone. “Better.” the girl exclaimed as she gave it to her. Julia’s heart dropped when she looked at the screen, she laughed nervously. “Is this a joke?” She asked. “No! I asked around, it's the real deal.” The girl replied. “No way.” Julia’s hand shook. She placed the phone face down on her desk. “Really! I can’t believe she actually did it- I mean I didn’t think she could.” The other laughed. The one farthest to the back, Amanda, looked at her closely, “Are you okay Julie? You look sick.” “Yeah like, you’re the one who told her she should!” The other said as she took her phone back. “Yeah- but I didn’t think she’d actually do it.” Julia said as panic rose in her throat. “Me neither, guess she had more guts than we gave her credit for.” The others all shrugged as they went to their desks. “Seriously, are you good? It’s not like she was our friend.” Amanda laughed, “Anything but.” “Oh- yeah I’m cool! I'm just.. Surprised.” Julia replied. “Okay!” Amanda said as she turned to return to her desk. Julia just stared down for a moment. The headline she read repeating over and over in her brain.

‘14 year old girl found dead in her home. Suspected suicide.’ In black, bold lettering. The picture of Amy, clear as day in the thumbnail.

Obviously she didn’t like her. Amy was weird, wore the same clothes almost every day, and was a try hard. If you talked to her she’d go on and on about stupid shit. Or try to get you to listen to her dumb music. Or overshare about herself to the point Julia would visibly recoil whenever Amy attempted conversation with someone. It was pathetic. She was an easy target for bullying. Julia wasn’t like her friends. She wouldn’t make fun of Amy's physical appearance, or the fresh wounds on her arms she covered with her way-to-big hoodie. But she sure as hell made fun of her off putting personality and weird interests. Unfortunately, the previous weekend she went against her better judgement. She sent Amy a message after being egged on by her friends. ‘If you really want to die you should do it right. Or do you really just want attention?’ Was what it read. She obviously regretted the message as soon as she sent it. Her friends told Amy to commit all the time. But that was always too far for Julia. She never really wanted to physically hurt anyone. Whenever her friends pushed Amy around Julia just… watched. Julia covered her face with her hands. This was her fault. She was the straw that broke the camel's back. She wished she could go back to that moment and delete the message before Amy ever read it. Or that she’d apologised to her. Something. But she hadn’t, and now Amy was gone.

The school day went by in a blur. Everyone was talking about what happened. Julia just tuned it out. She didn’t even want to think about what happened. God had other plans for her it seemed. As after lunch, she was collected by a man in a police uniform and brought to the office. Her heart pounded in her ears while the officer opened the door. Inside were her friends, Camille, Lauren, and Amanda. Along with their parents, the principal, and a dishevelled looking woman a little younger than their parents. “Have a seat.” The officer said. She obeyed in silence. “I think you all know why you’re here.” The principal said. “No?” Camille started, “We haven’t done anything today.” “Today.” The principal said, with his eyebrows raised, “Well yes, maybe not today. But these fine gentlemen have reason to believe you had something to do with an incident that transpired Sunday evening.” He explained. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Camille replied. “The death of one Amy Forrester.” The policeman who escorted Julia supplied. “Well we obviously didn’t kill her.” Lauren said, “It was a suicide.” The woman in the chair beside the principal winced. He handed her a tissue. “It was, yes. We went through her phone and found messages from you four, with concerning messages in them.” The policeman beside him explained. “What kind of messages?” Lauren’s father asked. The policeman looked at the phone in his hand, and read aloud. “You’re such a disgusting freak. No one would even notice if you offed yourself. Maybe you should jump off the school roof, I’d be happy to give you a push. Stupid slut, don’t you know it's down the arm for results?” He said in a monotone, “Should I continue?” He asked. “There’s no way our girls sent those!” One of the mothers protested. “They were sent from their accounts, including a few from a group message including all the girls.” He said. “So what? Even if we said that shit Amy was a mentally twisted freak.” Camille hissed, “She cut herself all the time. How are we at fault if she actually did it?” Camille’s parents looked at their daughter in shock. Amy’s mother was just staring at the group through glassy eyes. “It’s my fault.” Julia said meekly. All eyes were on her. “No sweetie, it isn’t” Her mother attempted to comfort her. Tears welled in Julia’s eyes, “I sent her the last message like that. I- I didn’t think she’d go through with it.” The other girls stared at her. Whether it was surprise or disgust, she wasn’t sure. “It was a joke.” Julia’s voice began to crack. “That’s not something you joke about!” Julia’s father raised his voice. He hardly ever did that. Julia shrunk back but she knew she deserved it. “You all sent these messages. Which means you are all to blame for their effect on Miss Forrester.” One of the policemen said. “What are you going to do about it?” Mrs. Forrester said from the corner. Her voice was frail and cracked. Raspy from years of smoking. The other parents eyed her. Some with pity, some with disdain. “Our girls can’t really be held responsible for a sick kid taking jokes too seriously.” Amanda’s mother said. “Honestly! What if it was your daughter?” Julia’s father asked. “Amanda would never be stupid enough to do that.” She replied, indignantly. Amy’s mother stood, staring them all down, “I said, "What is going to be done about this?”

“Unfortunately since they’re minors we can’t do much in the way of legal action,” Some of the parents breathed sighs of relief, “But I suggest some academic punishment.” The policeman suggested. “Right.” The principal shuffled some papers on his desk, “I’m prepared to give the girls all a one month suspension.” The parents began to clamour with protest. One of the policemen raised his hand. “A child is dead, remember.” he said, “Because you couldn’t keep an eye on what your daughters were saying to others.” He reprimanded. “A month off school. My girl is dead and these little bitches get a slap on the wrist!?” Mrs. Forrester hissed. “Watch your tone! I won’t have you speaking about my daughter like that!” Lauren’s father yelled. Soon, everyone was yelling. The principal, the parents, and then the two cops trying desperately to cool the situation. All the while the four girls sat in the middle of it all. Amanda at least looked a little guilty. Lauren looked like she didn’t care. And Camille looked down right smug. For once Julia saw them for what they were. And herself for what she was. Vipers. Things eventually calmed down. One month suspension was the verdict. She was led away from the school by her incensed parents. As she left she caught a glimpse of Mrs. Forrester smoking. Shaking with her face covered by her hands. Shoulders convulsing from her violent sobs. So this was remorse? It was a strange feeling.

Her mom slammed the car door behind her as she loaded her in. Then got in herself. Her father started the vehicle. For a moment he just gripped the steering wheel. “Well you’re not hanging around those girls ever again.” He finally said. Julia went to protest, but just nodded. “And no phone for the whole month.” Her mom added. She just seemed in awe of the situation. “I get it.” Julia said quietly. Her father put the car into drive, and began to head towards their house. After a few moments of driving, her mom looked back at her. “Why?” She asked, tears streaming down her face. “Huh?” Julia was startled out of her thoughts. “Why on earth did you say those things to her?” She asked. “I- I didn’t send the messages the police read to us.” Julia replied quickly. “What did you say then?” Her mom stared her down. “I said… I said if she wanted to die she should.. Do it the right way.” She cried, “They told me to! I know that's not an excuse. And I was always mean to Amy. But I didn’t want her to get hurt!” “Her poor mother.” Was all Julia’s mom could say as she covered her mouth and looked out the window. When they arrived home, Julia handed her phone over immediately and went straight to her room. One month. She would be grounded for a month. That didn’t necessarily bother her exactly. What did, was what would happen outside for that month. The rumours that would spread. What if people said she was to blame? That her treatment of Amy was just as bad as the other girls? Her life would be ruined even more than it already was. Julia flopped back on her bed. Though she guessed that was a small price to pay for the part she played in Amy’s death. Why did she have to do it? They weren’t even the only group of people who egged her on like that! Why did it have to be Julia’s message that set her over the edge? Was god just out to get her or something? No one could be sure. It’s not like they could ask her. So she just… rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. Because damn, she needed a nap.

Two weeks into her confinement Julia was going crazy. Her parents were working her like a dog in the house. She’d been doing all the chores since she was suspended. Even her little brother’s. Julia would winge and whine, though it's not like she could protest. But god, she missed her friends. She had even begun to miss school for christ sake. She was lying in her room feeling sorry for herself after chores, when her father came into her room. “Hey Julie.” Her father said. She sat up, “Hi dad.” He went to her, and offered her phone to her. She took it without hesitation, “But I still have two weeks?” “You’ve been on top of your chores… And you do seem sorry.” He explained. “But if we catch you saying that sort of thing to your classmates again, you’ll know it.” He said. Julia nodded, “I won’t. Ever. Trust me.” She assured him. “All right.” He nodded, “Also, you’re not off the hook. Still doing all the housework until you’re back in school.” Julia sighed, “Ok dad.” As soon as he was gone, she entered her phone password and began scrolling through her hundreds of notifications. Most of it was the usual stuff she got. Some people told her they were sorry she got suspended for so long, calling it bullshit. A couple of hate messages of people calling her a monster for what she did. She did her best to ignore those. Then she saw the group chat. She sent a quick ‘hey’ before she realised she wasn’t supposed to talk to them anymore. ‘Hey Julia! No longer on phone lockdown huh? Awesome!’ Lauren replied. ‘You guys didn’t lose your phones?’ Julia sent. ‘Uhm, no? Your dad is so stuck up.’ Camille said after her. With some gif of an angry dog. ‘I guess so, what’s been going on?’ Julia replied. ‘Not much, oh my god did you guys see the news?’ Camille sent, brushing her off. ‘No? What is it?’ Asked Amanda. ‘The video!!! Someone found it!!!’ Camille replied. ‘What video???’ Julia was nervous all ready. ‘The suicide note Amy left to her mom! She forgot to turn off the webcam when she was done and died ON CAMERA!’ Camille seemed… way too excited about this. ‘There’s no way.’ Lauren replied. ‘Yeah, you’re lying.’ Sent Julia. Camille sent in a link. ‘No seriously!! I reposted it on my private account its fucking hilarious!’ Was the message that accompanied it. ‘Come on Camille, its not like, funny.’ Lauren replied. ‘She calls her mother Mommy still.’ Camille sent in response. Despite her better judgement, Julia let curiosity win. She tapped on the link and it opened in her browser. In the grainy view of a webcam was Amy, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet. She had been crying, and hadn’t completely stopped. “So- um. Hi. If you’re watching this, that means I went through with it.” The Amy in the video player said. She wiped her eyes, looking up at the ceiling. “I just want you to know it’s not-” She sobbed once more, “It's not your fault, mommy.” She looked down at her feet, “It's mine. I’m not strong enough. I’m not meant to be here. I’m not meant to live.” She explained. Amy reached into the pouch of her hoodie and produced an old fashioned straight razor. “I’m gonna use this. It was dad’s, remember?” She looked at the thing, wistfully. “When he ran off, this thing was the only bit of him he left behind. Which was weird to me. It was… his favourite. It was grandpa’s too. Dad used it every time he shaved. For a long time I wondered why he left it. Was he planning on growing a beard? Did he want me to have something of his? Eventually… I came to the conclusion that he just forgot it. But I liked to pretend. It was nice, you know? To think maybe he specifically laid it there for me to find. So I could be close to him.” She grazed her finger with the razor, then looked at the camera. “I did a lot of pretending, you know. I pretended to be some deep, mysterious person. But I’m just a scared, dumb kid.” Amy took a deep breath.

“You’re the only thing that's been real for me, Mom. So I want my last words to be only for you. I love you, Mommy.” She said, and leaned down to stop the recording. Apparently, through her tears she missed. She flicked the razor open and screwed her eyes closed tight. When she raised the blade to her throat Julie stopped the player. She didn’t realise she’d started crying. But fuck, that was hard to watch. She hated Amy. Even seeing her in the hall put her in a sour mood. And here she was, crying because of her. She wasn’t even sure what was driving her tears. Be it empathy or guilt, one thing was for certain. She really needed to cut ties with those three. She opened the chat room again. ‘Camille, what the hell! You can’t just send that to people!’ Lauren had said, with laughing emoticons. ‘It was kinda hilarious how she admitted to her mom she was a fake little shit.’ Amanda replied. ‘I know right!’ Julie just stared at the messages, before sending one of her own, ‘You really are a bunch of little bitches, aren’t you??? We killed her.’ She left the chat and blocked the three of them before turning her phone back off. It wasn’t like she was a changed person, but she sure as shit wasn’t going to be like them anymore.

Days past much of the same. Then just shy of three days before she was going back to school her parents sat her down. “Julia, we have… news for you.” Her father said. “Yeah?” Julia replied. “It's Camille. She was found dead this morning.” Her mom said, placing a hand on top of hers.

“What?” Julia stared at her mom. The words hadn’t fully processed in her head. “She’s gone sweetheart.” Her father supplied. “What do you mean? Was there an accident?” Julia asked. “No… It was suicide.” Her mom said. “Camille wouldn’t do that.” Julia said flatly. “It could have been guilt.” Her father said. Julia thought back to the last time she spoke to Camille, “There’s no way.” Julia just stood from the table and went to her room. She unblocked Amanda and messaged her. ‘Amanda, what’s going on?’ She asked. ‘Oh Now you want to talk.’ Amanda replied. ‘Yeah. What the fuck happened to Camille???’ She insisted. ‘She cut her throat, apparently. Yesterday.’ Amanda sent back, with a link to an article. Sure enough, it was nearly identical to the one she was shown a month prior about Amy. Except with her former friend’s face. ‘Why though? Even if she felt bad she’d never do that. Especially like that.’ Julie put her phone down for a second to think. She honestly couldn't think of any reason Camille would have to do that. Her phone dinged once more and she looked at the screen. ‘Me and Lauren think someone killed her.’ Amanda replied. ‘Ok, but who?’ Said Julia. ‘Maybe her psycho mom. She’s been harassing our parents big time.’ Amanda said. ‘Any evidence?’ Asked Julia. ‘Nothing. No sign of break in. Not even a murder weapon.’ Amanda seemed annoyed, but that was understandable. ‘Then why do you think someone killed her? It's not like Amy had friends outside of the internet.’ Julia said. ‘No suicide weapon either. Nothing.’ This gave Julia chills. For a moment an impossible thought crossed her mind. What if it was Amy? ‘I’ll see you Monday.’ Was all Julie sent in reply. When school started that day, the first thing Julia did was make a b-line for her former friends. She ignored the stares from her classmates. Both Amanda and Lauren looked a mess. Lauren especially.

“Are you guys okay?” Julia asked. “Bitch, like you care.” Lauren snapped. “Lauren, calm down.” Amanda said. “I- listen I’m sorry I called you little bitches earlier but can you blame me? We killed Amy. and you were joking about it!” Julia may have been a little more forceful than she had intended. Though, gentle wasn’t really any of the girls’ forte. Lauren grabbed her by the shirt, “We didn’t kill her! The stupid bitch killed herself. I’m not a fucking murderer. And neither was Camille.” “That's not what I meant-” Julia tried to continue but Lauren just pushed her and stormed off. Julia just watched her go. Then faced Amanda. “Sorry about her… She’s a little on edge. Someone’s been using Amy’s old account and is sending her threats.” Amanda said. “What? Have you called the police?” Julia asked. “Of course! But they haven’t found anything. Lauren’s mom wanted to keep her home from school, but the principal wouldn’t allow it.” She explained. “What kind of threats?” Julia tilted her head. “Here.” Amanda handed her phone to Julia. On it were screenshots of Lauren’s messages with… someone. They were definitely using Amy’s old account. ‘Amnesia666’. Even just reading the name made her cringe. She looked closer at the messages. ‘You’re a murderer’ ‘It’s your fault.’ I’m going to make you regret this. And then you’re going to pay.’ Were a few of them. There were many more of the same general type. “Her mom?” Julia hypothesised. “Nope. Been in the looney bin for weeks. No computer or cell phone access.” Amanda said. “...Weird.” Julia said as she gave her phone back. “Very. Lauren is freaking out. She thinks she’s next. Her dad has police patrols outside their house like, 24 hours a day.” Amanda put her phone in her pocket before sliding her backpack over her shoulder. “I’ll bet… I’ll see you later I guess.” Julia said as she took her own bag indoors. Part of the deal with their parents was that the girls weren’t to have any of the same classes. Which made things easier in avoiding them. Though, she felt slightly bad for Lauren having to be alone.

At lunch she sat alone. It was different to say the least but she wasn’t feeling up to sitting with anyone new, and honestly she wasn’t sure she’d be welcome with Lauren and Amanda even if she did want to sit beside them. She could feel the eyes on her. It was hard to ignore. This was her experience every day at school now. She’d come in. Try and fail to pay attention in class, ignore the staring. And then go home. It wasn’t ideal and her parents were already discussing switching her schools. She was laying on her back looking through the website of a school her mom had sent her when a message from Amanda popped up. ‘It got Lauren’ Was all it said. Julia quickly opened it, ‘She’s dead?’ ‘Her mom just found her. Her neck’s split open too.’ Lauren replied quickly. Julia’s heart began to pound in her ears, ‘This is going to sound crazy.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘What if it’s Amy doing it.’ Julia sent the message, her hand shaking. ‘You think so too?’ Julia breathed a sigh of relief when she read it. Amanda didn’t think she was crazy. ‘It would explain why there’s no weapon.’ Julia said. ‘Yeah… I’m not going to school tomorrow. Mom’s scared.’ Amanda replied. ‘Hang on, I’m going to go talk to my parents.’ Julia set her phone down and rushed downstairs. Her mom was hanging up the phone when she arrived. “Mom-” She started. “We know.” Her mom got up from her chair and went over, pulling her into a hug. She clung to her, and buried her face into her moms shoulder. “Amanda’s parents are keeping her home. We’re going to do the same.” Her dad explained. Julia just nodded, keeping her face buried safely into her mom.

The days following were tense. She kept regular contact with Amanda, who was growing more and more paranoid by the day. “I mean, I have to be next, right? You only said that kind of thing to her once.” Amanda’s voice came through the phone receiver, strained and terrified. “Amanda, It's been a week. It was three days between Camille and Lauren. Maybe its done?” She suggested. “No. It’s not. I know it isn’t I can feel it.” Amanda said. “Or, it's the lack of sleep talking.” Julia replied. “No I’m sure-” Amanda paused. She was silent for a period before Julia prompted her. “Amanda? Are you there?” She asked. “Oh my god.” Amanda whispered. “What is it?” Julia was starting to worry. “I got a message.” The terror in Amanda’s voice was palpable. It gave Julia shivers. “From Amy?” She stood. “Uh-huh.” Amanda whispered. “What does it say?” Julia began to grab her things to head over there. “I’ll see you soon. That’s all it says.” Amanda said shakily. “Don’t move. I’ll be right there. And don’t reply!” Julia insisted as she threw her bedroom door open. “Yeah. Please hurry.” Amanda said, whimpering now. Julia rushed down the stairs and grabbed her dads car keys. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked with his arms crossed. “Amanda’s, its an emergency! Call the police to her house!” Julia yelled as she slammed the door behind her. She pulled out of the driveway much faster than she should have and sped through the suburbs as fast as she could. She was lucky it was 3 in the morning or she may have hit someone. She arrived at Amanda's house in less than 5 minutes and opened the door with a loud bang. She rushed up the stairs.

“Who the hell is there!” Amanda’s dad yelled holding a baseball bat in the air. Julia wished she had time to laugh at him standing there in an open bathrobe but she really couldn’t. She didn’t even reply as she rushed down the hallway to Amanda’s room. “Julia!? What are you doing here-” He tried to grab her. The door to Amanda’s room stuck for a moment, “Budge, you fucking useless thing!” Julia cursed at it. When it opened, Julia realised it was too late. Amanda was already laying face down on the floor, blood pooling on the carpet under her. Amanda’s father caught up with her as Sirens could be heard below. Julia felt bile build in her throat. She doubled over and expelled the contents of her stomach all over the floor. “Oh… Merciful father.” Amanda’s father sobbed as he turned away. The next moments were a blur. Julia thought someone asked if she was okay but she couldn’t be sure. She just sat in a daze as the paramedics took Amanda away. Listened as Amanda’s mother wailed and the police tried to console her. It was like she was in another world. She couldn’t even feel the anguish of finding her friend dead. It was all numb. Everything covered by a heavy blanket of shock. The police had moved her into a different room. It took Julia a while to even register that they were talking to her. “How did you know to call us?” The tall officer asked. “What?” Julia just looked up at him. “You told your father to call us. Did Amanda say she was going to hurt herself?” The shorter one put his hand on Julia’s to steady her. “No. We were on the phone. She was scared.” Julia said. “Why was she scared?” The taller asked. “Because she got a message from Amy.” Julia said, staring blankly ahead.

The two officers stared at each other. “Let's get you home sweetie.” The shorter one said as he pulled Julia to her feet. He wrapped a blanket around her and ushered her out of the house. Pushing past the crowd to get her to her father. “My poor girl…” Her father said as he gathered her into his arms. Julia couldn’t even hug him back. She just let him load her into the car and drive her home. Then bring her upstairs, and lay her in bed. He stayed with her until she fell asleep. Hours gave way to days and Julia was much the same. Unsure if what she saw was real. Unsure if it really was Amy, or a killer who was very good at hiding evidence. It didn’t matter to her. She knew she was next. She never checked her phone. She didn’t want to know when they were coming. She just hoped that when they did it would be quick. It was a gloomy Tuesday morning when the time came. Julia was just brushing her hair. Staring blankly at a photo of her friends that was tucked in her mirror. She couldn’t even remember why she liked them to begin with. They were mean. Vapid. But then, so was she. Wasn’t she? She had tormented Amy. Not like the others had. But Julia mocked anything that brought Amy joy. She sat there and watched as her friends forcibly cut Amy’s hair off. She watched and didn’t say a word when they poured curdled milk over her head. So wasn’t she just as guilty? When she laughed as they made this strange girl’s life hell?

Yes. Was the answer she came upon. Maybe she didn’t deserve to die but she certainly was guilty. None of them deserved death. Not Camille and Lauren. Not Amanda. And least of all Amy. But that’s what happened. She was lost in these thoughts when something caught her eye behind her in the mirror. Julia dropped her brush in shock as she whipped around. And there she was. Her visage flickered like a fading image on a TV for a moment. But sure enough she was standing in Julia’s room clear as day. Her eyes laser focused on Julia’s own. The blood still spilling from the hideous gash in her throat. The metal of the straight razor clicked as she flicked it open in one swift motion, never taking her eyes from Julia. She thought she made her peace with this. She thought she was ready to accept the consequences of her actions. But she wasn’t. Staring upon the last face her former friends ever saw Julia’s apathy quickly crumbled away leaving room for terror. Terror, and guilt, and anger. All the things she had been pushing away. She screamed. Amy advanced. No one was home, She couldn’t yell for her parents. So she dove for the door. But Amy just materialised back in front of her.

“I’m not a waste of flesh.” The apparition growled. She raised her leg and kicked Julia in the stomach. Amy was a small girl, scrawny and pale. But for some reason the kick sent Julia flying. She yelped as her back slammed against her dresser. “You’re not better than me.” Amy hissed as she strode towards her. “Amy- Please I’m so sorry!” Julia tried to plead. But as she stared up into Amy’s cold grey eyes she came upon a horrible realisation. Amy couldn't even recognize her. Her look was a haze of hatred and pain. “Slut? Whore?” She spat the insults, posing them like a question, “I never asked for Lauren’s sick brother to grope at me like a dog.” She kicked Julia across the face. Julia clutched her wound in pain and stared up at Amy, shaking. “Amy, look at me!” She yelled, “You’re not a bad person. I know you aren’t-”

The ghost clapped her hand over Julia’s mouth. It was cold, almost clammy. “I’m not a toy for you to amuse yourself with.” She pulled Julia up like she weighed nothing. “I just wanted to be seen.” The ghost of the girl who was once Amy Forrester raised the razor, “But no one can see me now.” Julia tried to scream as the blade was slashed across her throat. Her hands went to it in a futile attempt to slow the splattering blood. She looked to Amy but the ghost was already gone. Julia fell to her knees, choking as she clung desperately to the wound. She felt herself growing cold. Soon she didn’t even feel the pain of the torn flesh. She just laid on her side and stared at nothing in particular. ‘I hope my mom isn’t the one to find me’ Was the last thought that left Julia’s mind as everything grew dark. But she wasn’t so lucky.

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Look Outside The Window

Jay Merrick/Skully x M!Reader

Last Edited: July 4, 2021 12:03 AM

TW: stalking, obsessive behavior

Requested: no

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Notes: these used 2 be posted but i deleted them after some comments made me hate them. however, i found them again recently n may end up adding more. i also do not hate them anymore. tws will be in the notes before every chapter and some will be put in the additional tags. the character is also in the notes/summary before each chapter. (The 1st 4 r old n unedited)

You had needed an out. You needed to get away from home. Your parents did nothing but trap you there. You couldn’t make your own decisions or even buy anything with your own money without them talking you down or insulting you over it. They wanted you to live with them and go by their rules. They didn’t care about what you wanted in life and only saw you as their “little boy”. You weren’t a child anymore; you were a young adult. They were constantly trying to infantilize you and you hated it. You were a young adult and you needed to branch out, make mistakes, and move on. So that’s what you did. You left home after finding a house-sitting job.

The job would last a few months, which was odd to you. Why house sit for months on end? The owners didn’t tell you anything. You didn’t even call. You emailed them and they emailed you. Every interaction with the couple was through emails. Or at least, you think the person messaging you is in a relationship. It sounded that way. One part of the email said, “We’ll be leaving the house to you. My partner and I are going on vacation for a few months. You can watch and live in the house while there. Your pay will be sent to you in a check via mail. The groceries will be delivered to you once a week. May you watch it carefully.” The last part gave you a sense of foreboding, almost like you should be watching out for something out in the house deep in the woods.

When you had arrived at the house, you were pleasantly surprised to find it very tidy. Everything was spotless in the two-story home. It held four bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was a dining room, living room, family room, kitchen, foyer, dressing area, and a nook. Overall, a large house. Well, a large house for a simple couple. Perhaps the couple has quite a bit of money? Especially if they’re going on vacation for a few months and are paying you a large sum to simply watch the lonely house in the woods.

The first few days were fine. Nothing really happened other than the feeling of being watched. What creeped you out the most though was that you never heard any birds. It was always silent outside. Silent and still. There was barely any wind thanks to the dense forestry. Despite that, the feeling of being watched continued. Sometimes, though, you would hear gentle buzzing in your ears. It reminded you of bees but it sounded more like an old tape. Whenever you heard it, it seemed like static covered your eyesight. You could still see, but the static was like a film over your sight. Whenever you would look in the mirror, your eyes seemed to have a slight glaze over them. Of course, there wasn’t much you could do and no amount of searching the internet seemed to help.

By the second week, you were hearing birds. There was something… off about them. They didn’t sound lively. They sounded hollow. Almost like something was mimicking them. You would hear them next to whichever window you were closest to as well. It was like something was by the window, mimicking the birds only when you’re there. It didn’t happen all throughout the day either. It only happened when you weren’t doing something. If you were to turn off the television, ready to get started on a meal, the chirping and singing would start up. Because of how hollow and synthetic it sounded, shivers would run all over your body. It didn’t help that the static over your vision seemed to get slightly worse whenever it would happen; the buzzing in your ears also seemed to get louder. At night, however, there was no chirping or singing. The static seemed to have tripled at that point though and the buzzing was so loud that you could barely hear your heartbeat and breathing.

By the first month, you were looking outside constantly. The bird noises seemed to happen constantly by now and notes started to appear around your home. When you would try to sleep, the hollow tune of the birds would be there despite the fact that no birds were out. The buzzing was so loud that it was all you would hear. The static was so bad that it completely covered your sight; it was like looking at a static screen. The notes terrified you. There were never any footprints in the snow outside and you were the only one in the home. You believed, at first, that you were writing them. Maybe you had been half asleep and wrote them. But that changed when the notes didn’t match your handwriting and started to be… weird.

You look handsome today. One said. Do you like the birds? They don’t seem very lively though. Another read. I wish you would see me. You always know I’m there thanks to the static and buzzing. Maybe we’ll meet soon. More and more would come in. They were always placed where you’d see them. A window. The fridge. Even on the television. They were taped there, all signed with an S. One was even on your bedroom door. How did someone get in and out without leaving any footprints or any evidence behind? You didn’t know but it started to make you close every curtain and try to raise the volume of everything, trying so hard to drown out the unlively birds.

Today was just like the last few. The static over your vision makes it hard to see right with how thick it is. The buzzing in your ears is loud, but not loud enough to drown out the synthetic birds. You make breakfast for yourself, dressed in some simple sleepwear. The breakfast you make doesn’t take too long, just some scrambled eggs and toast with jam. You eat in silence; well, not entirely in silence thanks to the buzzing and birds. When you finish your breakfast, you wash the plate and other utensils you had used to make your meal. Once done, you decided to do some light stretching in the living room. There wasn’t much you could do in the home. Outside was too cold for you to explore the wilderness without sustaining frostbite.

All of the curtains were closed except for one. It was the closest to the television. You were going to close it before spotting the note taped on the box. You stare at the note before tearing it off the screen. It reads: Look Outside The Window . You pause, staring at the note. The buzzing slowly starts to get louder just as the static over your sight starts to worsen. The birds, however, stop chirping. There’s only the buzzing. Slowly, you look towards the window. Nothing. Nothing but still snow.

A small smile worms its way only your face, mocking. A small, forced chuckle leaves your lips before you turn around, ready to head back into the kitchen to make some tea to calm your beating heart. You freeze though when you see the figure standing in the doorway. The beige-orange coat covers most of their figure while the black-ish blue hood covers their face. They have on a pair of gloves, the same colour as their hood. Their pants are a simple pair of jeans while their shoes seem to be black combat boots. Seeing a figure in your home is terrifying, yes. It wouldn’t have been as scary if the figure didn’t have a mask on. The mask was an off-white-ish colour with black eyeholes, high black eyebrows, and a box shape for the mouth, somewhat resembling teeth.

You both stand there, no one moving. The buzzing is so loud now that you can barely hear your own heart and breathing. The static is so bad that you can barely see the figure clearly. “IT’s NiCe To FiNaLlY mEeT yOu, [Redacted],” They, or he, says. His voice sounded weird. It was like a mix of different pitches and he couldn’t decide which one was best and went with all of them. You didn’t think though, only acted. You quickly dropped the note and fled the living room. You could hear him following you as you ran for the back door. You slam into it, trying to unlock it. “YoU dOn’T wAnT tO gO oUtSiDe! It’S tOo CoLd FoR yOu. EsPeCiAlLy WiTh HoW yOu’Re DrEsSeD!” You don’t listen though, not even as he slowly approaches you. With a final turn of the knob, the door is flung open and you run out into the snow.

It’s cold and stings your feet. You run and run and run. You don’t once look back, too scared that he may be right there. You don’t hear him following you, but that’s due to the buzzing. It’s so loud now that it’s all you can hear. You’re basically running blind; the static is so thick that seeing your surroundings is almost impossible. You stumble around mostly, hands in front of you so you don’t run face-first into any trees.

You’re unsure of how long you have been running. All you know for sure is that you can’t see anything anymore, the buzzing is starting to give you a headache, you feel like you’re sweating buckets beside the fact that your legs, arms, fingers, and toes are going numb. It isn’t long before you collapse. You’re breathing heavily, panting in the snow. You can feel yourself shaking despite feeling so hot, so overheated. Your hair sticks to your forehead as you continue to sweat. You try to move, to drag yourself somewhere but your body refuses. You lay there, your eyes open despite them wanting to close. The static is still strong, just like the buzzing. They scream danger but your body refuses to listen.

As more time passes, you feel yourself slowly going numb, your eyes fluttering every now and then, trying to close. The static slowly starts to fade away until it’s back to the normal, barely there, state. The buzzing fades into a gentle hum, it barely being able to be heard. You can hear how heavy your breaths are and see the pure white of the snow. One of your hands is in front of you, pale and slowly turning blue. Frostbite will, or already has, set in. Were you going to die out here? Here, all alone. Nothing to your name. No one looking for you besides your parents. Who would find your body? Or would the masked man hide your body away, letting it decay somewhere?

You can hear the crunch of the snow and gentle humming coming your way. It seems the man has come for you. His pace is slow, not at all rushed. Soon enough, he walks into your field of vision. He crouches down, sitting on the balls of his feet. His gloved hand is brought up before it comes through your hair. “LoOk At YoU. A sHiVeRiNg, HaNdSoMe MeSs. As MuCh As I lIkE hOw YoU lOoK rIgHt NoW, bEiNg VuLnErAbLe AnD aLl, YoU’rE tUrNiNg BlUe,” As soon as those words leave his mouth, he scoops you up in his arms, holding you close to him tightly. “DoN’t WoRrY. I’lL tAkE gOoD cArE oF yOu. I lOvE yOu ToO mUcH nOt To. YoU’lL bE sAfElY tUcKeD aWaY iN tHaT hOuSe, WiTh Me By YoUr SiDe To KeEp YoU cOmPaNy. NoW dOeSn’T tHaT sOuNd NiCe?”

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